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Moonlight's Triumph:
Along Selūnes path they did walk, Leaving no stone unturned. A battle fought, all but six were lost, A final triumph earned. A nether tide swept down the pass, In search of silver plunder. Two hundred strong the mists did cloak, Ready with waiting thunder. Arching shafts flew aloft in flocks, And boulders rained down on the field. The tuskers blood ran red and hot, While nary a blade did they wield. From yonder bluffs did lightning strike, Reaving a scarlet furrow. By Art lived, by reflection lost, Freestaves laid forever low. With cries of rage the orcs did charge, The battle joined at last. The waves were dashed upon the rocks, And none did ever pass. Five score did fall upon each blade, Ere the nether tide receded. And of the rocks that stood so firm, Only bloody sand postceded. Along Selūnes path they did walk, Leaving no stone unturned. A battle fought, all but six were lost, A final triumph earned. |